1. TRUE STORY - The Babe At THe Gym


    Date: 9/15/2015, Categories: Interracial Sex, Mature, Author: richardstands, Rating: 67, Source: xHamster

    heaven.. She could have been a centerfold or an exotic dancer at least, with such an incredible body, toned, balanced, and the mature pretty face of an experienced woman. And she had the body language those type of women naturally possess to be stars. One night I just pulled off in the shower thinking about her and I knew then I'd have to try to meet her soon. Well, maybe I was making too big a deal out of one dam babe at the gym. But there she was the next day as usual and she looked awesomely sexy. Then one of the large black dudes walked up and started talking and joking with her. She laughed and started to adjust her thong when he quickly intervened, putting his hand down there and gently pulling it out of her crotch. But instead of stopping him or even protesting, like most women would, she ldid nothing except ook down and watched his fingers move. Still looking down and watching, she twisted her pelvis like a dancer, in a slow sensual curl that made the thong release easier on his finger. She paused deliberately while his thumb worked up and back several times through the sheer fabric against her clit. She closed her eyes, rolled her head back for just an instant, and then took a deep breath and brushed his hand away.. &#034Bad boy, T-Jay&#034 she smiled, giggling, and wagging a finger at him. He started to speak but she shook her head and put her hand with thumb and pinky fingers out to ear indicating she'd call..maybe. Smiling but clearly frustrated, T-Jay went back ...
    to his work out. I just stood stock still, taking it all in. Woah... The next day a regular there, a big white guy in a local firefighter's tee-shirt, came up and started excitedly chatting with her. He was all touchy feely friendly towards her. As the conversation closed, he leaned in close to kiss her lips but she turned her face to take it on the cheek like a friend. That seemed odd because he kind of stiffened awkwardly. Then I noticed her hand had slid in the front of his loose gym shorts, obviously squeezed or pulled, and then quickly came out. He blushed crimson, his head twisting to and fro as she laughed teasingly. She did the same thing to him as T-Jay with the phone sign. Clearly whatever was happening was in her control and the way she handled herself was intoxicatingly sexy. It seemed she would call who she chose to and when she chose to. But as he turned to walk off, he paused and leaned back towards her. &#034When are you going to let me see you again?&#034 he hissed in protest. No one heard except me. It was just loud enough for me to hear, as I happened to be at the moment the only person working out in that area of the gym that day besides her, something I had found myself doing on a regular basis. I just had to be around her someway, close somehow, even as a total stranger. She was that overpowering, that sexually magnetic, a rare raw untamed kind of magical thing from the pages of a very old fantastical place, like something that sprang whole and glittering ...
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